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Ch. 2 Pain

Two-year-old Andros listened intently as he heard footsteps coming up the stairs. He knew the feet belonged to Diana and Duncan and he had quickly learned that neither cared for him, that they would only hurt him. Andros dreamed every night of a home filled with love and care with a little girl, a Mommy and a Daddy, hoping that he'd be there one day. If he only knew it was his family and he would be with them soon.

When he heard the door knob begin to turn, he quickly rolled over to face the wall. Although he was quite behind developmentally for a child his age he had managed to teach himself to rollover, sit up, and crawl. As the footsteps got closer to his makeshift crib he started shaking. A hand wrapped itself tightly around his arm and pulled. The sound of bones breaking was audible in the quite room and Andros cried out.

"Shut up!" A drunken Duncan yelled smacking Andros across the face. As hard as he tried Andros couldn't stop crying and the beating continued until he passed out. Seconds before he passed out Andros saw Diana come into the room with a carton of cigarettes and darkness couldn't come fast enough.

His first thought as he returned to the world was he was in pain and a lot of it. He turned his head to the side a looked around the room, happy when he saw both Diana and Duncan were gone. Andros groaned as he accidentally bumped a newly formed bruise above his right eye. He gingerly toughed his left arm and felt the bone almost sticking out of his skin. The burning sensation on his body he knew only too well and he lifted his uninjured arm to observe the damage. He sighed as he heard the door downstairs open and then it was slammed shut. He closed his eyes tightly, hoping against all he knew that if Duncan thought he was asleep he would leave him alone.

The door to his closet of a room opened and Diana stepped through it with an old sandwich and a cup of water. She sat it on the dresser, knowing that Andros could get it on his own. She shook her head at the sight in front of her. If she would've known two years ago that he wasn't one of the Kincaid twins she wouldn't have nabbed him that dreadful day. Now, she and her husband were facing some serious jail time if they didn't leave soon.

"Goodbye, Andros," she murmured. "I hope your parents find you soon."

Just then Duncan ran by the door with suitcases in his hands yelling, "Forget the damn kid! Let's get out of here!" Diana nodded and quickly followed him out of their home.

Andros only dared to open his eyes when he heard the car pull out of the driveway. He pulled himself up to a standing position, using the rails of his crib for support since his legs weren't strong enough to hold him up alone. He felt a smile form on his face and he only hoped that Diana and Duncan would never return.

Two days passed slowly for Andros and although he had thought to save the sandwich he had already drank all the water. He sat up slowly in his crib and began to wail, banging the crib rails against the thin walls. Lucky for him, Devon Quazanella happened to be walking by. When he heard the cry's from the house he ran home and called the police, telling them that the people who had lived there had left a small child behind. Little did he know he had just solved a missing child case.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the colony Ajax and Bella were celebrating their children's second birthday with their daughter. The proud parents smiled as their daughter tore into the presents in front of her. Ajax couldn't help as his thoughts wondered to his son. Although he had not seen his son since the day he was born he had a picture in his mind of what his son would look like and how he would act. He tried to imagine the trouble his children would get into once they were brought back together and hoped it would be soon.

"Daddy?" Karone questioned, looking strangely at her father. "My arm hurts." Ajax motioned for Alden to check his daughter's arm and when he found nothing wrong something hit both of them.

"Karone?" her uncle began gently. "Does it hurt as much as when you fell off the swing today?" Karone shook her head and it confirmed his suspicions. He looked over to his brother and nodded. "He's alive."

"Who?" Karone questioned. She saw tears running down her parents' faces and she began to worry. "Who?!" she questioned strongly.

"Your brother," Bella answered her daughter, picking her up and spinning her around.

"When he come home?" she asked. Her parents had told her about her brother and she had been having dreams about him for the longest time. She kept them to herself not sure if they were real but now she knew they were and was proud to know she had been able to communicate with her brother.

"I don't know," her mother answered, "but at least we know he will be coming home."

"Does anything else hurt?" Alden questioned, wanting to have an idea about what his nephew was going through.

"Everything burns," she whispered as she closed her eyes tightly.

"It's okay," Ajax told her. "Open your eyes." She did as she was told and felt all her pain melt away as her father blocked her connection to her brother.

"I'm going to call around to all the police stations and see if anyone has anything about Andros," Alden stated as he headed for his brother's study. Little did they know it wouldn't be long before Andros was back with them.

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